" A-Jue, you'd better sit down next to me quietly. Don't embarrass me in this situation. You know, making things too ugly always comes at a price."
Su Youchuan had anticipated that Shang Shujue would speak out against him, but when Shang Shujue said those words so bluntly to his face, he still felt a little embarrassed and found it difficult to remain calm, inevitably becoming tinged with anger.
"Are you a plastic bag? You can hold so much! And you want me to pay the price? I'm really scared. Shut up and stop talking, the air is filled with your bad breath, it smells awful!"
"... Shang Shujue! You--"
"You... you... your father is perfectly fine! No need for special inquiries, just have your dog inform him if anything comes up. I appreciate your thoughtfulness, my dear son!"
Shang Shujue not only disrespected Su Youchuan, but he didn't even care about Ren Daiqi. He was arrogant and unruly, making people want to punch him.
" Shang Shujue, that's enough. Brother Chuan didn't call you that on purpose. Just say less. Mr. Ren is still here. Don't make a fool of yourself. Brother Chuan, let's both back down. He's got a sharp tongue; I can't argue with him."
Before Su Youchuan could say anything more, Han Dong quickly stopped him, succinctly placing himself among Shang Shujue's acquaintances, and then calming Su Youchuan down with a few more words, playing both sides with feigned inconsistency.
Shang Shujue turned her head to look at Han Dong, silently rolled her eyes, and treated him with utter contempt, her sharp tongue truly reaching its peak.
"Did I tell you to shut up? If you're so salty, why don't you go fight in a war zone? Maybe you could even redeem yourself with merit."
Han Dong: "..." He hesitated, wanting to speak but stopping himself, and finally fell silent, speechless. He felt so frustrated, not knowing how to retort.
Shang Shujue took a step forward and noticed that Yang Shaoying was staring at him. The scrutinizing gaze made him very unhappy. She didn't tolerate him at all and directly confronted him.
"What are you looking at? Your dad looks exactly like me? Forget it, I don't have a son as ugly as you."
"Can't even take a look? Are you made of gold? With such a foul mouth, aren't you afraid of being immoral?" Yang Shaoying's lips twitched. He didn't expect to be attacked indiscriminately, but he fought back, although the effect of his attack might not be very high.
"Who I am is none of your business. I don't know if I'm immoral or not, unlike you, who will be interrogated even after death. We should consider whether sending you to the eighteenth level of hell would pollute the air."
Yang Shaoying: "..." Damn! I can't out-argue him at all!
Su Youchuan was furious, and Lin Xu tried to soothe him while secretly glancing at Shang Shujue. He had only heard rumors that Shang Shujue was arrogant and domineering.
After all, Shang Shujue had never shown a highly aggressive side in front of them in order to maintain a good image. Now that they had seen his full face, they were all a little dumbfounded.
He seemed to instantly understand why Su Youchuan had fallen ill upon returning. Given Shang Shujue's sharp tongue, if Su Youchuan were to be berated all day...
He probably couldn't think straight and jumped off a building when he got back, right? Anyway, after listening to him, he felt like he'd been listening for 1.4 seconds, but he couldn't escape being scolded either.
" Su Youchuan, the assassins you've been training are really loyal. They're even crippled to the second degree, yet they're still taking care of you. It's pathetic. They'd be better off picking up trash than living like this; at least they'd be on the right path. Following you, they'd die nine times in three days."
Lin Xu: "..." No way?! I didn't say anything, and you're going to scold me too? Shang Shujue, you have no heart!
Ren Daiqi sat beside Shang Shujue, listening to his impassioned rant. All he could see was Shang Shujue, who, despite being dressed in his most casual clothes, was practically glowing.
He discovered something very interesting: ever since Shang Shujue entered this compartment, he instantly took control of his body, and his blind trust and mindless support for Su Youchuan instantly returned to his senses.
Ren Daiqi knew that this man named Shang Shujue might be able to break his fate of being controlled by an invisible energy, but there were too many people around, and he couldn't say anything at the moment.
So he remained silent, wondering if this interesting, handsome man would also be insulted by him.
Li Yun'ao dared not provoke Shang Shujue anymore. Even though they outnumbered each other, they couldn't withstand the other's sharp tongue. So he silently moved inside and sat down.
The moment he moved, Shang Shujue's gaze locked onto him. He quickly raised his hand and waved it, looking like he was begging for mercy, "I didn't look at you or say anything. You can't insult me just because you insulted them."
Su Youchuan and the other three. "..."So we're the clowns? You're the only noble one, huh? We'll beat you to a pulp! ꐦ≖ ≖
"Heh, you selfish scoundrel! You share the good times and the bad with others, but when disaster strikes, you abandon them all! Trash! Even a trash can couldn't contain your shattered conscience."
Li Yun'ao: "..." Damn it! He called me heartless?! He's really gone too far! No one has ever insulted me like that before! How awful! ꐦ≖ ≖
Shang Shujue was truly impartial, criticizing everyone. If he hadn't been a little thirsty, he would have given Ren Daiqi a poem and turned to leave.
"Ha, you really are sharp-tongued. You're completely different from before. You never used to talk to me like this. How come you've changed so suddenly? You're so heartless."
Su Youchuan didn't know if he felt good about being scolded or if his obsessive-compulsive tendencies had increased again. At this moment, he no longer looked at Shang Shujue with anger, but instead with a cold and melancholic smile, which was somewhat morbid and terrifying, as if he was about to have a mental breakdown.
[Warning! Warning! Warning! Su Youchuan has a tendency to turn evil. If he becomes completely evil, this world will be doomed. Host, don't anger Su Youchuan anymore.]
This kid is still the Child of Fortune. Even if the Child of Fortune maintains a facade of positivity and optimism, there is still a subtle vitality in the world. If he completely exposes his dark side, the world will quickly fall into panic...
Natural disasters and man-made calamities are unstoppable!
When Shang Shujue saw Su Youchuan's expression, he was about to say something more to annoy him, but then he heard Nuomi's scream and stopped in his tracks.
[Damn! Why does this World Consciousness like Su Youchuan so much? No, I should say, the hater who created Su Youchuan really loves her self-created character! She gives him all the good things, but can't she at least give him a normal set of values?!]
Shang Shujue sighed inwardly, deciding to put on a show first and calm Su Youchuan down. He was a professional at acting, and even more so at portraying a character from a tragic love story!
"You know that too?"
Shang Shujue pursed her lips, as if something had struck her. She lowered her eyes, her tone less fierce than before, now tinged with sarcasm and self-deprecation. When she looked up, her eyes were slightly red, as if she felt wronged and dissatisfied, or perhaps even resentful.
"How did you treat me before? I only reciprocated with a tenth of what you treated me, and you can't even handle it? You're so fragile."
Shang Shujue's appearance is androgynous, possessing both the handsome features of a man and the delicate features of a woman. Such a top-tier model-like face would attract anyone.
What's more, at this moment, the beauty's eyes were slightly red, and she stared at Su Youchuan as if she had suffered a great injustice. Su Youchuan was stunned for a moment, and his anger deflated like a punctured balloon.
The others were even more stunned. Just a moment ago, Shang Shujue was like a rose covered in thorns, and the slightest touch would leave you with your hands full of bloody holes. But now, he was like a hedgehog that had put away its thorns, so fragile that it seemed as if it would break at the slightest touch.